She took the case for two reasons: one, her rent was due, and two, the woman in the photo was wearing a bracelet Samia had seen before—a jade-and-silver heirloom that belonged to the Banderos family. The same bracelet her own father had given her mother before he disappeared twenty years ago.
She looked at Alisha, who placed a hand on her belly and nodded—a silent thank you. Then Samia looked at her father. “You’re going to call Mom. Tonight. And then we’re going to finish this case together.” Samia Vince Banderos
Samia stood there, caught between twenty years of anger and a truth she hadn’t expected: her father hadn’t abandoned them. He had built a wall around them by walking away. She took the case for two reasons: one,